Jack gives a sympathetic little wince. He has his at least, not that there's a lot in it. "Hopefully you will not need it. Or they have someone here who can make fake IDs. I wonder how many people will be able to see you," he muses. He's pretty used to being one of the only ones around aware of the supernatural, himself. "Maybe you will not need an ID at all because no one will know to ask you for one."